442 Lyrics

I was working the swing shift down at the mill

After a long hard night need some time to chill

Down at the bar where the beer is cold

And the crowd is loud and the girls are bold

Boys will be boys when it comes to cars

And you know sometimes they don't act too smart

Pretty soon the roads on fire

With the smoking and squealing of spinning tires

Big wide tires, she's baby blue, lightning fast my 442

Johnny Malone you know he's got cajones

In a jacked up Fairlane with a lot of ponies

Squealing his tires in the parking lot

The race is on my blood is hot

Boys will be boys when it comes to cars

And you know sometimes they're not too sharp

Pretty soon the roads on fire

With the smoking and squealing of spinning tires

Big wide tires, baby blue, lightning fast my 442

Big wide tires she's baby blue, lightning flash my 442

From the mill in Anacortes it's about 10 miles

We're gonna race our cars and go in style

Five minutes time we'll see who first

Who's buying the round it's time to quench our thirst

Boys will be boys when it comes to cars

And you know sometimes they don't act too smart

Gianelli's bar is right up the road

Squealing tires up in burning smoke

Big wide tires, baby blue, lightning fast my 442

Big wide tires she's baby blue, lightning flash my 442